Among the walking dead

I'm hungry for what I cannot see, My thirst thrives and makes me sane, My eyes full of chloric rage, I see movement from afar, Adrenaline courses through my veins, I can feel the fear in his eyes, I wait for the perfect moment to strike, As he strides forward with his flashlight, I prepare for the strike, Then I feel it, The rapid vexed infuriated rage, I began foaming at my mouth, As he got closer, Then I pounce, One bite on his arm was all it took, The blood and the combination of the meat made me hungrier, I continued to consume and gnaw on his arm as blood gushed everywhere, Then he awoke just like me, He was now among us, One of the walking dead...

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